"Ummm hi...Are you new hunter or survivor?"
A girl ask that seems to be nervous cause maybe she was scared?
She looked at the stranger who came to her this time. Her nervousness was enough to nearly make the woman laugh. Did she really come off that scary? Good. It would be such a waste if the survivors weren’t intimidated by her. How else would she get the thrill of the chase if they didn’t run away scared? Oh well, this is outside of the matches, Cleo can save those type of thoughts for later.
As tempting as it is to fake being a survivor, the truth was bound to be heard through the grapevine. Bait-and-switch truly is a tempting idea though, one Cleo would have to save for later.
Giving a smug grin, she leaned down, making eye contact with the guitarist. Red eyes staring into Jane’s brown ones.
“I’m a new hunter. I’ll have the pleasure of making sure you wish your trial with me was your last.” Compared to a few other hunters, Cleo seemed to find genuine enjoyment in what role she now plays within the manors’ games.